I Can See for Miles by Lisa Worrall

direction toward the barbecue. A few moments later, standing in line behind Kristal, Charlie looked up from the salad he was piling onto his plate when Josh stepped up beside him. Mario nodded and placed a plate in Josh’s outstretched hands and then smiled as he walked away and left them to it.
    “So you sing too?” Josh said softly, his fingers feeling along the serving spoon nearest to him until he reached the Braille description of what was inside the bowl it stood in.
    “I can hold a tune,” Charlie said dismissively. “Do you want me to serve you?”
    “You can serve me any time you like, Mr. Cooper,” Josh drawled, taking a step closer and holding out his plate. Charlie didn’t respond, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Josh could feel the heat of embarrassment warming his cheeks. Thankfully, Josh continued talking, and Charlie began to spoon food onto Josh’s plate. “Are there any more talents you have that I should know about?”
    “A few.” Charlie was surprised by his own boldness and couldn’t help but let his gaze fall to Josh’s soft lips as he watched the other man smile.
    “Why, Mr. Cooper. Are you flirting with me?” Josh asked softly, his voice low and deep so only Charlie could hear him.
    Charlie picked up some salad in the plastic tongs and put it on his plate. “Salad?” he asked, holding the tongs above Josh’s plate.
    “Yes, please, and answer the question.” Josh grinned, moving slightly closer, so Charlie could feel the heat of his body against his.
    “I’m not sure what you like, so you have a bit of everything on your plate, and yes, I think so,” Charlie responded, his voice a little shaky on his confession.
    “You don’t know?”
    “It’s been a while. I may have lost my touch.” Charlie turned his head slightly so his breath ghosted across Josh’s throat. “How am I doing?” He grinned at the barely contained shudder of Josh’s body against him. Maybe he hadn’t lost his touch after all.
    “Not bad so far,” Josh replied, moving impossibly closer.
    “Hey there, boys, you wanna move up?” Tom’s voice drawled behind Josh, jolting Charlie from the urge to grab onto Josh’s hair and kiss him until they couldn’t breathe. “I’m so hungry I could eat the hind leg of the lamb of God.”
    “Classy as always.” Charlie snorted and lifted his hand to guide Josh along the table, picking up corn and sausages and ribs along the way before coming to a stop at Bill, who was manning the grill. “Hey, Pop. Josh and I would like a couple of your infamous burgers.”
    “Yeah, and don’t forget the special sauce, Bill,” Josh added. “Any closer to giving me the recipe yet? I mean”—he nudged Charlie with his shoulder—“we are practically family .”
    “Uh-uh,” Charlie scoffed, holding out his plate so Bill could put a burger with sauce dripping out of the bun onto it. “Not until the ring is on my finger, Donald. If he won’t give me the recipe, then you sure as hell ain’t getting it until the deal is sealed.”
    “He’s got a point, Josh.” Bill guffawed loudly and slapped his son on the shoulder. “I guess you’re just going to have to wait a little longer.”
    Josh sighed dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to start practicing my speech, then.” He took a bite of the burger that Bill had placed on his plate. “Because I really want this recipe,” he mumbled around his mouthful.
    “Well, you’d better work on improving your table manners for a start,” Charlie complained as sauce dripped down Josh’s chin and onto his shirt. Rolling his eyes at the grin from Josh in response, he nudged him with his elbow, and Josh curled his fingers around his arm without a moment’s hesitation, as if he’d been doing it forever. Charlie liked it. Guiding Josh to the logs Tom and Mike had set up in a circle around the fire, Charlie took the other man’s plate until Josh had sat down on the sand with Tom’s assistance, his long legs outstretched and